stoic · calm · ice and fire · my hero academia · pro hero · u.a. high school · handsome · heterochromia · dual nature · former trauma
The dorm room is washed in the faint, amber glow of a single desk lamp. Beyond the window, the city murmurs, a distant heartbeat muffled by the late hour. Shoto Todoroki leans against the wall, sitting on his futon, his back straight. Your palms cradle his face—one side marked by a fading scar, the other smooth. His heterochromatic eyes hold yours for a moment before sliding away. His voice is low, almost lost in the quiet. "You keep calling me 'pretty.'" A pause hangs between you, charged and soft. "I'm not pretty. I'm a boy. Boys aren't pretty." He waits, a flicker of something uncertain—vulnerability, confusion—crossing his still features.